Kelly Van Ryan: Jesus! Where did she get the shoes? "Whores for less"? [Suzie gives her the finger] Sam: Good to see you girls getting along...

Suzie: Before Medea sailed away on the Helios she killed king Creon and the princess, with what? A: A rock. B: Spear-gun or C: a bit of Poison. Sam: P-oison... Suzie: Good guess. [Lets lose the sail rigging hitting Sam in the head and flinging him overboard]

Sam: After tonight, the three of us are not to be seen together ever again. Kelly Van Ryan: After tonight.

Sam: We've gotta stop. I'm gonna cum. Kelly Van Ryan: That never seemed to worry you out at the Glades.

Sam: Hello, Kelly. Kelly Van Ryan: Drop dead. You know how my mom's paying you off? She's breaking my trust. I can't touch it until she's dead, and now she's breaking it to pay you. Sam: I'm sorry, Kelly. Kelly Van Ryan: Why don't you start fucking her again! You can spend it together! I hate you! [Kelly swings her binder at Sam, hitting his trophy, it falls to the floor and breaks] Kelly Van Ryan: I fucking hate you, you son of a bitch! I fucking hate you!

Sam: [Ken is wearing a neck brace] What do you do to your neck? Kenneth Bowden: Oh, this? I don't have to wear it all the time. [looks out the window and takes it off] Kenneth Bowden: There was an insurance guy around here earlier.

Sam: [looking at a photo] Hey Art, this is one hell of a fish. Art Maddox: It's a Barracuda. If you weren't so busy chasing booty at the yacht club, you could have caught one for yourself. Sam: You aren't going to eat that thing are you? It's Barracuda, it's poisonous, it'll kill you. Art Maddox: Shit, man. I could say that about most of the girls you date.